“Read that right ahead.”
Dick did not quite get the idea, but Kate, tense with excitement, took the envelope and read aloud.
“Luck——prisoner——Jack of Hearts——now Saguache——locked up pending a disposition of his case——succeeded in surprising him.” She looked up with shining eyes. “He tells us everything but the names of the people who did it. Perhaps somewhere else in the paper he may tell that too.”
But though they went over it word for word they found no more. Either he had been interrupted, or he had been afraid that his casual thumb nail pressures might arouse the suspicion of his guards if persisted in too long.
“He’s alive somewhere. We’ll save him now.” Kate cried it softly, all warm with the joy of it.
“Seems to let our friend Fendrick out,” Maloney mused.
“Lets him out of kidnapping Uncle Luck but maybe not out of the robbery,” Bob amended.
“Doesn’t let him out of either. Somebody was in this with Blackwell. If it wasn’t Cass Fendrick then who was it?” Kate wanted to know.
“Might have been Soapy Stone,” Dick guessed.
“Might have been, but now Sam has gone back into the hills to join Soapy; the gang would have to keep it from Sam. He wouldn’t stand for it.”